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Keowyn · 2006-02-06T22:19:23Z

*I was very extremely bored in Study Hall. I never NEVER write in Study Hall. That's like a rule. But today I did because there was nothing to do worthy of my sorry, short attention span. Also because I am almost always too lazy to copy it on here- heh heh. So here it is. "Stop." The word echoed and reverberated against windowless and cold walls, and the small iron door at the east end of the shabby old cell. It was such a silly word to say at the time, as it appeared that the only being in the cell was Gobri, who had uttered the word in the first place. She just stood there, listening until the sound faded away and all was still. Then, finally, she began walking towards the iron door, her bare, bloodied feet making no sound against the cold stone floor. Gobri's hand shook, and she reached out to touch the door, her small frame shivering. She jerked her hand back suddenly as her skin touched the freezing metal. The girl sank down to the ground slowly, rumpling the beautiful silk gown she wore as she sobbed quietly. But the dress was not pretty now; it was worn and old, grime and soot clinging to the tattered excuse for clothing. Being no longer pretty was also the case for Gobri herself. A long, thin scar lay on a high cheekbone, right underneath her right eye. Her grey eyes peered out hauntingly from under dull, straight brown hair. It reminded her of mouse fur. Gobri's skin was pale from lack of sunlight, and she could be mistaken as a walking skeleton. Sighing, Gobri walked over to a plain table in the southern corner of the cell. A chipped and cracked plate that had been placed there recently by her gaurd lay on the table's splintered surface, bearing a measly hunk of hard bread and a cup of filthy, stinking water. "It's not fit for pig slop," she said bitterly. Gobri spat viciously and growled. The light from her lantern began to fade and she could tell night was growing near. The lantern was, perhaps, the only puzzling thing in Gobri's horrid dungeon. It flickered on when day appeared and flickered off went night came. And though the light was dim, it always seemed to wake Gobri as if she was staring straight into the sun. But the light was hardly there and not nearly bright enough to wake one, but Gobri never failed to wake with the lantern's light. She called it sorcery, but didn't quite know what caused the lantern's strange behaviour. At last the light ebbed put completely, leaving Gobri in total darknes. Shadows loomed up everywhere, but she shrugged them away. The shadows did not terrify her as they once did, and soon her eyelids drooped and her breathing evened as Gobri drifted into another night of dreamless sleep. The door banged open. Gobri struggled into a sitting position, aroused by the noise. Yet, the light from the torches outside blinded her furiously. Someone began to wail- and they were being dragged into the cell. A girl, Gobri could clearly see. She looked away as the door shut. The wailing continued, and a scaping noise was heard at the door. Dutifully Gobri rose and walked to the door, and sat beside the desperate girl. "'Tis no use, girl," Gobri said bluntly. Although she could not see this girl, she could hear her breathing loudly. The girl whipped her head around quite fiercly and searched for Gobri. "What would you know of it?" she hissed. "You've lived here for quite a while- most of your life, probably. and your life is gone. But I-I still have one." "Yes," Gobri said slowly. "And even now your outside life is fleeing you, girl." "I dohave a name," the girl snapped. Ah, she was still trying to be hostile and fearless, but her voice was wavering. "'Tis Mileag." Gobri sighed wearily. "Names mean nothing here, girl," she said, ending the cheerles conversation abruptly. *How's it? I mean it's ok I think. Also does her name sound better as (GUHB-ri) or (GO-bri) or (guh-BREE) because I can't decide. Thx lol!* *ƒ~Keowyn~ƒ* :D

Keowyn

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Fri Feb 17, 2006 12:10 am

Keowyn says... · Fri Feb 17, 2006 12:10 am

i use two packets of pens a day most times, and it's annoying i admit because i'm left handed and it smudges all the ink .

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Fri Feb 17, 2006 10:20 am

Swires says... · Fri Feb 17, 2006 10:20 am

Some writers prefer the pen though because it allows them a few more seconds to select the right words and descriptions before they right, CHris Paolini (Author of Eragon, Eldest) Loves writing by hand much better than on a PC.

However for speed and easiness to check a PC always comes number one, I never really write using pens anymore, but ym ytping si culmys! LOL!

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Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts.
— Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

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